Waiting: A Poem

-Beth Wangler

In seasons of waiting, whether active or quiet, we may echo the Psalmist’s question, “How long, O Lord?” Yet, like he saw Hagar and Nathanael, God sees us and hears our cries. We long for various things and must also focus on His presence, learning to long for His future and be content in the present.

Fig Leaf

-Beth Wangler

Wrestling in the dark with unbelief,Hiding from your eyes my sins so base.I was born clutching a fig leaf,A broken image alive in disgrace. In a world of sinners I am the chief.Your halls of light I would only effaceWith my unclean presence, however brief.You call to me, and when I don’t come, chase, But …

What is Faith?

Is faith a lofty pragmatism a one-time-buy insurance policy a spoiled child an “I asked once don’t make me ask again” Or is faith an ocean tide an interminably persistent sibling a ceaseless alarm an “I know you hear and you better believe I’m not going away?”   Yesterday I spent six hours talking about prayer …

Give Me You

Give Me You Give me not knowledge, nor wisdom, nor cunning; Give me only knowledge of You, wisdom to seek You. Give me not riches, nor costly clothes, nor flawless features; Give me only the wealth of Your worth, clothe me in Your righteousness. Give me not a mansion of forty rooms, nor an expensive …